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A song I had written on July 4, 1999. Hard to believe that 12 years have passed since this was written. Please remember that I am a writer and not every piece is literal. This particular poem was inspired by a fireworks display at a campground. Thank you for the comments concerned about my happiness :o)
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INDEPENDENCE
(A simple song I wrote)
This past year’s brought many trials
Lots of heartaches, friends and rivals
…I don’t know how I turned the calendar’s page.
Every day, I needed a shoulder.
Every day, my dreams turned colder
…They say life only improves with age.
Here I am, on a different doorstep
Wanting to live, can I take one more step
…To prove that I’m not dependent in ways.
The sky’s exploding, the sky’s on fire
I’ve set my dreams on a burning wire
…Thank God it’s Independence Day.
I’ve watched dreams shatter as my tears streamed down.
Like Roman Candles, I entertained the crowd.
Sparklers, Streamers, and flags galore
Who could possibly ask for more…
Something is missing, something is gone-
Add in the dreams of a lonely one.
We say goodbye, do we say hello.
I look to see you everywhere I go.
…Maybe I will some day.
I’m dependent on a faceless name
As fireworks depend on a faceless flame
…Tonight, I celebrate Independence Day.
The sky’s exploding, the sky’s on fire
Can I make it through tonight? I inquire.
…Does the heart still burn within me?
I’ve made it this far, I’m on my own
Struggling to live, struggling to grow
…Does the heart still dream within me?
I’ve watched dreams shatter as my tears streamed down.
Like Roman Candles, I entertained the crowd.
Sparklers, Streamers, and flags galore
Who could possibly ask for more…
Something is missing, something is gone-
Add in the dreams of a lonely one.
The sky’s exploding, the sky’s on fire
I’ve set my dreams on a burning wire
…Just so I could be with you.
Fireworks end when night turns to dawn.
I’ll remain though you’ll be gone
…I ask, “What can I do?”
Though the night is quiet, my heart’s aglow
I hope, deep down, you enjoyed the show
…Without you, my nights are dark.
Independence Day is my only break
All other days, my love, you forsake.
…For I live dependent upon your heart.
©July 4, 1999 Lori S. Maynard
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/30/2011 |
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Your verses awaken thought and emotion, Lori. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
7/23/2011 |
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I think you really capture the mystery of fate here. Love the depth of emotion in each part, too. Very touching piece, Lori.
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
7/5/2011 |
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It's best to remain pragmatic and in the present, because all that happened in the past were stepping stones to who we are, and where we are going.
There should be no regrets, because all is as it must be.
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Paul Judges |
7/5/2011 |
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| Excellent work, Lori |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
7/4/2011 |
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You're much too lovely and talented, Lori, to be that sad.
May this be your Independence Day. |
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